I wake up. The sun is coming through the sheer curtains on the window in the hall very brightly, and downstairs I hear the faint “beep” of the microwave. Outside it is already hot even though it’s nearly 9:00 in the morning. The cicada’s sing in even waves like the surf hitting the shoreline. A… Continue reading A memory, a hope.
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This is all so far
I have officially lived in New York City for a whole year. I've cried on the subway, I've laughed on the street corners. I've hit roadblocks, been seized by gratitude and open to grace. I have met some of the kindest most sincere people and I've reconnected with friends that make me feel like a… Continue reading This is all so far
The terror, the comfort
Time has passed and that tree outside my window that swayed so gently in the Summer breeze is now bare branched. If you look closely enough you can almost see the tiny buds about to come forth into the Spring. Reaching outward. March is a literally that--a physical action forward in specific time with a… Continue reading The terror, the comfort
And Oh! The songs you would sing!
When I was eight, I remember laying flowers on my Grandfather’s grave—my mother’s father—for Christmas—a somber family ritual. My grandmother stood next to me and said: “You never know when God will call you home to tend to his garden.” And she pointed upward towards the sky and raised her eyebrows the way she often… Continue reading And Oh! The songs you would sing!
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